Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

He hoped she would not answer and felt worse that she did. She was a strong wolf. Few could be so young and experience what he could only imagine she experienced, and come out of it with all four feet still seemingly planted on the ground. He was thankful when she steered the conversation down a different trail.

Skwol stalled to answer but disguised his hesitance with a sweep of his gaze around the fen. It was a charming place. It offered aromatic cover among the stately cedars and rich fertile ground for hunting and collecting medicinal plants. That moose favored the place was the most attractive aspect of it. Of all the large game he had hunted, he preferred the taste of moose. Not even the fat-strewn and rich flesh of the devils' hoofed beasts could compare. Still, that was not enough to make him stay here.

"Not staying anywhere... I guess I haven't stopped running." He admitted with a shrug, after a few moments of quiet observation. He had told her that nowhere would ever feel far enough. It was getting to the time when he needed to take his own wisdom serious and stop. He was accomplishing nothing by continuing to trek and trek and trek.

"Is this where you're staying?"